The Answer - Blood Youth

I’m drowning

In the river

As the water fills my lungs

Wondering am I the bastard son?

Living diseases

Just pick up the pieces

So hopeless

Your god is sick of excuses

So sick of excuses

A worthless existence

Pathetic and distant

The blood is cleaner

But vision is weaker

The devils dying

And I am the answer

Time is precious

And it will fade away

One day you’ll know how it is to feel useless

So hateful, cos I’m so sick of excuses

So sick of excuses

A worthless existence

Pathetic and distant

The blood is cleaner

But vision is weaker

The devils dying

And I am the answer

And I am the answer

A living disaster

A project of torture

Forgotten, unanswered